There are four whole people in this house
And I'm the last one again
And tomorrow we'll be biting
And biting tongues to higher stakes again
I am thinking if I just don't sleep
The morning won't up on me
As just another yesterday again

But I was for just one day
In 1988
I didn't have to talk, I didn't have to think
They my sins right down a sink
Ten fingers and ten , and you're okay
Yeah I think that's what they say
Well how about today?

I swear the world has got my number
Oh my God, there's in my eyes
I think that I've been dancing 'round
The brightest rooms in a cellophane
Everybody still remembers
Things that I said last September
Oh, but of all, so do I

But I was a stranger for just one day
Born with the cleanest
My mother loved me before she knew me
Gave me a name that didn't me
But hey that's okay
I've it anyway
What if I threw it away?

And to me God's just a metaphor
A metaphor for everything that's strange
I take his name in a lot
But I'm not sure just what that means these days
Sometimes I wish that I were still
Along with a lot of other
But I don't think that God would know my name

But I was in bygone days
When I still knew how to pray
And all the were etched in gold
On the little Bible that I stole
From my teacher in second
The one I didn't mean to take
Oh what would Jesus say?

And things were for a time
In 1999
I was eleven years old, and we south
Yeah, down to my grandfather's house
And everything was fine
It was right before he died
We were all so goddamn fine
We were all so goddamn fine

Written and performed by Lauren O'Connell. Used with permission.
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